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White Moon
There was one midnight hour when I stood alone beyond my bed, in the shadowed room I was the child in the white flannel gown watching a white moth fly and a white moon rise The family slept..except for me They never heard creaks in the wooden floor or the squeak of the hinge on the old screen door I climbed down the steps into the fresh night air and was swallowed deep in the sequined sky Something was whispering, from beyond the hedge murmuring words, as a prayer, unsaid Yet, I knew it was cunning, I knew it was wise Temptation enticed me to follow the sound It spoke with the drum of the cricket's thunder I stood under the canopy of a million stars Without hesitation, or a fear, unknown Lit by the bleach of the crescent moon I knew in the moment, I was not alone The fragrance of jasmine, was caught in the breeze flying swift as a dove, to comfort me It picked me up, far off the grass Where I could see beyond the past Back in my room, tucked into the sheets Watching a white moth fly, and the white moon leave -----------------------------
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